Made in Richmond

As one commenter on the video put it, “My eyes just morphed into hearts!”

This Friday marks what would be Dr. Seuss’s 108th birthday. I’ve got a post up over at Raising Richmond as a little tribute to him. It’s also a reflection on the one year anniversary of my decision to stay at home with JR. Can you believe it’s been that long? Time passes quickly when you’re old and tired.

Anyway, as a little bonus for you guys, I’ve also got a video of me reading my personal Seuss favorite: Oh, the Places You’ll Go! I hope you like it. I also encourage you to post a video (and share a link in the comments) of you reading for favorite Dr. Seuss book. I think it’d be great for two reasons:

1. I love being able to see your lovely faces.
2. It’d be so fun to watch the videos with JR as we follow along in our own copies of each book.

So here you go!

I know it’s been nothing but videos and photos up in here lately, but, well, I’m just being kind of lazy these days. AND LOVIN’ IT.

I wanted to share this video with all of you because it is fantastic and will make you cry ugly-yet-happy tears. And then you’ll go and hold your babies so very tight because, oh my, how time is cruelly and wonderfully fleeting. Also: why did I never learn to play the guitar and then become a beautiful singer with a wonderful voice and an ethereal quality bystanders cannot help but love?

(Thanks to Patience for posting this last week and to The Checkout Girl for telling her about it.)

In related news, I’ve got a piece going up on RVANews tomorrow (Tuesday) about the lullabys (lullabyes?) I sing to JR. I so wish I could go back in time and sing this song to the baby version of him. Anyway, keep an eye out for it…and make sure to leave a comment sharing your favorite baby-lulling tunes.

Mess making.

Lego building.

Coffee drinking.

Responsibility learning.

Pill taking.

Heart breaking.

How about you?

I’ve loved Ron Livingston since Office Space. And then I began to passionately love him when I watched Band of Brothers.

Thanks to the video below, it is now a full-fledged obsession.

Ron Livingston, if I ever meet you, I will kiss you. I WILL KISS YOU ON THE FACE.

I’ve mentioned my love for Regina Spektor before. I don’t know what is about her, but I just find her to be fantastic.

I’ve been listening to her song “On the Radio” a lot lately. And by “a lot” I mean “repeatedly.” There’s this one part that just gets to me in the best possible way, so I thought I’d share it with you.

This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

Oh man, it just kills me. Kills me dead.

What’s killing you dead (in a good way) lately?

I know that, for whatever reason, this image is going to be burned into my memory forever. This boy…

Ross and I usually opt for waiting until a show is finished before watching it. That way, once it’s on Netflix, we can plow through it over the course of a few weeks, rather than dealing with season premiers, hiatuses, finales, and all that nonsense.

This leads to us watching A LOT of a particular show at once, which typically leads me to becoming obsessed with that show — partly because I’m spending all of my free time watching and mostly because I have a mild case of the crazies. And then when the show is over, I get very, very…sad. Not just bummed. Like actually sad. I’ll spend way too much time reading about the show on Wikipedia, reading about the actors, fighting the temptation to rewatch the whole thing immediately.

(I also sometimes say to Ross, “What do you think they’re doing now?” I’m kidding when I say it. Mostly. And that comment is usually saved for references to Gilmore Girls.)

My latest source of TV distress is our recent completion of Slings & Arrows — a Canadian dramedy (that word makes me want to vom, but it is what it is) recommended to us by my friend Susan. It’s about a well, Canadian, theater company that focuses on Shakespeare. And it is…FANTASTIC. Plus, the main guy (played by Paul Gross who is apparently The Guy to our friends up north) is absolutely dashing in a “I’m certifiably crazy and somewhat unwashed BUT SO ADORABLE” kind of way.

Here’s a little snippet of the goodness of this show. Watch it. Immediately. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT:

(AUGH. I love it when he gets all director-y.)

Part of my job at church is to put together the bulletin for our weekly service. So by the time Sunday rolls around, the songs that we’ll be singing have already been in my head for three days.

I love most of the songs we sing at church, but when this week’s music leader sent over the list of songs for this Sunday, I started beaming when I saw this one on the list. I just love it — mostly because we actually clap when we sing it. And who doesn’t love a good clapping song?

Anyway, I hope you like it.